"I'm saying war makes for poor options." Lillian sniffed, giving him a playful glare. "Besides, it's nothing. The long winter might have broken, but maybe I've caught something. It's fine."
She really, really wanted them to not ask more questions.
Cyrus tried to give her the wine again and she shook her head, gently pushing it away. "No thank you, if my stomach is upset wine is probably not a good idea."
The mess had been cleaned up, and Micah rose from his chair smoothly, still watching them critically. "Duke Harmond, I think it best we postpone further talks for now. Your wife is obviously ill, you should care for her. Hopefully she will feel better in the morning and we can debate details, but I will be supporting your efforts to kill Calent."
"I'll have one of my men show you to your room Duke Harmond, and your men to their rooms and where the rest may camp. Someone will bring you up supper, and tea for Lily's stomach." Cyrus offered, gesturing for one of the men in the corner.